Chapter 102 Jiang Qilan, are you sick? Why are you here? Why are you taking pictures of me?
Cheng Bosheng patted Cheng Ling's back gently, his voice was so gentle as if he was afraid of scaring his fragile sister, and said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the bad guys have all been arrested! You are safe!"
Cheng Ling: Bad guys... What bad guys? They are a criminal gang! Could it be that I performed too hard?
However, Cheng Ling did not stop her performance. She covered her chest with a lingering fear, but her attention was behind her.
From the beginning, there was a sharp look like a hawk, firmly locked on her.
She was too familiar with the inquiring eyes that were like removing flesh and bones, and the sense of crisis that made the soul tremble.
The person staring at her was the same kind.
He also had the same hunter's eyes as himself.
Jiang Qilan silently observed Cheng Ling for a while, retracted his gaze, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Excuse me, who is the person in charge here?"
Producer Lin and Director He subconsciously glanced at Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling, who was lowering her aura, almost broke down: Damn... Can this program group do it! Wake up, please! I'm just a scumbag! I'm not your person in charge!
Seeing Cheng Ling huddled beside Cheng Bosheng, Producer Lin and Director He walked towards Jiang Qilan.
"Hello, leader, I'm the producer, and this is our director." Producer Lin shook hands with Jiang Qilan.
Director He shook hands afterwards.
Jiang Qilan took the two to the corner to understand the situation.
Seeing that Jiang Qilan finally stopped observing him, Cheng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, put away the little white rabbit look, and asked how the eldest brother found him.
Brother Cheng was concise and said that he called the Jiang family, and the Jiang family said that they would be responsible for dispatching the commando team from Fengcheng to go to Sencheng for rescue. And how to meet with the commando team and catch all the sleeping criminals at the wood transfer station at the entrance.
He didn't mention a word about his hard work during this period.
He didn't mention it, but it didn't mean that Cheng Ling didn't know.
The cluster of sparkling bubbles at the corners of the eldest brother's mouth can show how anxious he was during this period.
"Big brother, thank you, you've worked so hard."
Cheng Bosheng slapped Cheng Ling's forehead hard.
A small red spot appeared on Cheng Ling's white forehead.
The sound was very loud.
Everyone in the camp was shocked.
Fuck!
The big sister was beaten.
The people in the camp looked at Big Brother Cheng in fear, as if he would be knocked to the ground by the big sister in the next moment.
Cheng Ling covered her forehead and stared at Big Brother blankly.
Big Brother Cheng looked unhappy: "Are you my sister? Say thank you to me!"
Cheng Ling smiled, and a slight light flashed in the corner of her eyes.
People's feelings always surprised her.
Some people, for money, for future, for power, can sell their souls and sell out their family and friends.
But there are always a few people who tell you that life is worth it.
Cheng Ling quickly swallowed the bitter feeling that came up.
She cleared her throat, "Well, I won't say thank you. But I feel sorry for my brother."
Cheng Bosheng smiled heartily, "You know it's not easy for me, so don't cause trouble. Otherwise, I'll have to follow you around to clean up the mess every day, and my hair will fall out like dandelions, and I won't even be able to find a girlfriend."
Dandelion...
My brother is really a genius in adjectives.
"I will try not to cause trouble for my brother in the future. By the way, brother," Cheng Ling looked at Jiang Qilan and asked, "What is the origin of that person?"
"That person, he said he was a temporary instructor, but he has strong personal abilities. It seems that those soldiers are very respectful to him."
"Brother," Cheng Ling interrupted Cheng Bosheng, "What is his last name? Is it Jiang?"
"Surname Jiang?" Brother Cheng was stunned, "You mean..."
"Well, I remember that Jiang Zhenguo has a very outstanding son, a military genius. And look, don't he look a bit like Jiang Qiyun?"
Jiang Qilan's personal information is strictly confidential on the Internet, and Cheng Bosheng has heard of it but never seen it.
——Could it be the son of the Jiang family who is said to inherit Jiang Zhenguo's position?
Brother Cheng looked at him.
His eyebrows were deep, his nose was high, and his face was as sharp as a knife. To be honest, they were really similar.
But this instructor and Jiang Qiyun had fundamentally different temperaments.
If Jiang Qiyun was like a fine and precious porcelain in a display cabinet, then this man was a sharp sword wrapped in silk.
Porcelain is very precious, but it makes people feel unreal and fragile.
Even if silk is soft and smooth, people cannot ignore the murderous aura of the sword under the silk.
"No wonder those soldiers are so respectful." Brother Cheng suddenly realized.
Jiang Qilan asked about the general situation, and then called the headquarters to request the headquarters to send a helicopter for rescue, and explained that the important prisoners tanks should be strictly monitored.
Then he arranged six soldiers to stand around the camp and be on guard.
After finishing the official business, he had time to care about his brother's situation.
After the medical team reported Jiang Qiyun's situation in detail, Jiang Qilan nodded and asked, "Excuse me, which tent is Jiang Qiyun in?"
The medical team pointed to Jiang Qiyun's handmade wild tent.
Jiang Qilan walked to the front of the tent with his long legs, but was not in a hurry to go in.
He glanced at the tent.
This tent was built quite beautifully.
From the structural stability to the density and even the beauty-there is a wild and primitive beauty.
And Jiang Qiyun was lying with his head facing inside.
Jiang Qilan bent down and entered the tent.
Jiang Qiyun asked in a daze, "Is it time to set off?"
Jiang Qilan took out his camera, half-crouched, pointed it at Jiang Qiyun and took pictures wildly.
Why is it so noisy?
Jiang Qiyun opened his eyes... and his eyes widened!
Did he burn out?
How could he see the brother who had killed a thousand swords appear in his tent with a camera!
Look at the image of my brother with his mouth open and a silly look, a long sanitary napkin without wings attached to his forehead.
Gee, I don’t know how many fans will lose their fans after watching this.
Jiang Qilan took pictures again. My hands are sore.
Jiang Qiyun angrily pulled off his covering clothes and sat up: "Jiang Qilan, are you sick? Why are you here? Why are you filming me?"
At least fifty or sixty photos were taken.
It's time to do business with dad.
Jiang Qilan put the camera away and said slowly and logically: "I'm not sick. I'm here because of official business and an entrustment from my superiors. I took pictures of you because of my father's entrustment."
Cherish words like gold.
He refused to say a word.
A string in Jiang Qiyun's head suddenly broke: "Why don't you just show up like this and don't say you care about me? I am your brother after all, right? Why do you keep asking me questions when outsiders greet me? You don’t want to say a word about what’s going on with me?”
"Let me ask you? Do you know how high your fever was and how long you had it? What medicine did you take? How many stitches did you have? How are your injuries?" Jiang Qilan looked at him, "Are you clear?"
Jiang Qiyun was angry: "You just don't care about me!"
"Care about you? Then have you ever cared about your father? Do you care about the Jiang family? When you ignored the opposition and insisted on becoming a star... Do you know how much energy your father spent on cleaning up the stall you abandoned temporarily? Do you know that he is such a proud person and goes around apologizing to others? I can understand that you were seventeen years old, but you are twenty-seven now! When will you grow up?"
Jiang Qiyun pursed his lips: "What did I do that was so unreasonable? Didn't I just miss the pilot exam and work in a TV series? Besides, dad didn't say anything, so why are you anxious? I was hurt, and so were you. Don’t you care about my feelings?”
Jiang Qilan cupped his fists and said, "I'm telling you, it's a chicken's talk. You're right, you're right. I'll quickly find someone to serve the young master of the Jiang family."
After saying that, he bent down and came out of the tent.
If it were any later, he might really not care about his brother's injury and start a quarrel with him.
It was like this every time. As long as he stayed with his brother, he would get into a fight within three sentences.
As soon as Jiang Qilan bent down and got out, he saw Cheng Ling standing outside the tent.
She looked at herself.